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23.

"Good Morning." Oscar said, groggy.

Bria turns from around from the stove. "Morning." She said, turning back around.

Oscar walks towards her and wraps his arms around her waist. "Smells good." He places a kiss on her cheek.

"Thank you. You are always cooking for me and I thought it was time I returned the favor." She said,  "Cesar already ate and is gone for the day and your coffee with a little bit of milk is on the table."

Oscar turns to see the black mug on the table along with his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Thank you." He said, walking over towards the table. He sat and watched as Bria put two plates together.

"Breakfast is served." She said, placing a plate in front of him then one in the seat across. He continued to watch her as she said a prayer before eating.

For years, Oscar wasn't the type to fall in love. He had women in the past but Bria was different. He wanted to make sure she was always loved and safe. Let's face it, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

"Oscar!" Bria yells, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You okay?" Her expression was concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just saying a prayer in my head fool." He said, before digging into the plate.

"Well, Fool, you looked lost." She said, taking a sip of her orange juice.

"What were your plans after leaving Freeridge?" He asks.

Bria shrugs, "travel around the country for a little then put a down payment on a house where I can have my own art studio." She said with a smile. "I just want a normal life with a husband and a few children."

"Oh a family woman?" Oscar teases.

Bria playfully shoves him, "Yeah I want to be a mom someday. My mom wasn't exactly mom of the year but doesn't mean I can't. I want to do better than she did." She said, taking one last bite of her food and clearing. "I just wish you'd come with me."

Oscar went to answer then his phone buzzed. Cuchillos.

Meet me at my usual

"I'll clean up. Go see her." Bria said, grabbing the remaining dishes.

"I love you." He said, getting up from the table.

Bria turns the sink on and starts doing the dishes. Oscar just sighs before walking into the bathroom.

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"Handled?!" Jamal yells. "What do you mean handled? Handled could mean anything. Handle with care. Manhandled. Twitter handle."

"Yeah, cause Spooky is setting Cuchillos up with a Twitter handle." Monse said. Bria chuckles from the counter, where she sat with her mug of tea.

"There are handlers that handle every-"

"Enough!" Spooky yells, making it go silent except Ruby's phone.

"You sure about this?" Monse asks. "We're talking about a life here."

"Or yours, mine, everyone's." Oscar answers.

"And yet you work for her." Bria says, before taking a sip of her drink.

"Worked." Cesar and Bria both look at Oscar. "Past tense. She's out of control. It's never been this bad before and it's all for nothing."

Everyone sat there as He continues, "Putting you kids in the middle of her crazy vendetta and trying to recruit Bria.  Shits messed up and she doesn't give a damn." He said "She doesn't give a damn about no one. Even those most loyal to her like our dad. Made him take the fall back in the day. But her time is up. She's taking a meeting she's not walking out of."

"Oh" Jamal said, breaking the silence. "Handled."

"You guys need to keep yourselves busy starting now." Oscar instructs. "Go somewhere you'll be seen. A place with lots of cameras like a mall."

Jamal sighs, "I hate malls. Dying industry. I shop for everything online."

"Wherever you are, use your phone." Oscar looks over at Bria. "Just don't use it to call me."

"How do we know if it's been handled?" Ruby asks.

Oscar grabs his phone from the table, "I'll hit up Cesar." He said, before walking outside.

Bria jumps off the counter and walks into Oscar's room. She took a seat on the edge of the bed. Oscar killing Cuchillos can either go good or bad. If things go bad, everyone is dead.

The door opens and there's Oscar. He lets out a sigh before bending down in front of Bria. "If you don't hear from me, you're gonna have run."

"Oscar-"

He ignores her, "Don't come look for me or seek revenge. Take what you can and take a bus far from here." He said. Bria wipes her tears and nods. "Don't cry."

She wraps her arms around his neck, holding tight. "I love you."

Oscar puts his arms around her waist, pulling her in tight. "I love you too."

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